Bitterroot Valley blood ties

veksar stewed quietly.

kaedra's comments rolled right off his shoulders. he blinked at her incredulously. could there not be one civil conversation? being around his family felt like having a rat biting at his ankles, endlessly forcing him to try and run and endlessly catching up. do better. be smarter. get stronger. do not let yourself feel.

this was exactly what he'd been trying to escape. and here he was again. because ultimately, he couldn't say no.

he did not make a rebuttal when blackfell directed his snark at him, either. he merely sat and watched, gaze hardened with a contempt for one's own blood that could only be had by a crownore.